Dipper's Five Shades Of PacificaPacifica Northwest was not currently happy with her life. Everything in her life was changing so fast it was putting her emotions in a tizzy, it was enough to make her head spin.Dipper's Five Shades Of Pacifica8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She felt Anger at her parents for still being disapproving of her new path. She felt Fear in the possibility of falling back in to her old habits, sometimes it seemed like a balancing act when she tried to be nicer. She felt Remorse for the actions she committed in her past, in retrospect even she couldn't believe some of the things she did (she made a mental note to give Mabel a certain Party Crown back). She felt Happy in that she was actually becoming a better person, it felt good.
And the last one, the strongest one, involved a boy, a boy who the old Pacifica wouldn't have given a second thought to. Dipper Pines. The boy changed her life for the better giving her hope for the future. He made her a nicer person...which was why both her parents forbid her from seeing him, so naturally, they saw each other no
Happy ThanksgivingIn America, around this time today (1700 hours EST) many families have either gorged themselves on succulent feasts or are wondering if that damned turkey is ever going to thaw out. Burned rolls are greeted at the table with accepting smiles, and Aunt Mildred's mincemeat pie has once again befuddled the family as to what it's actually made of.Happy Thanksgiving7 years ago in Historical More Like This
Yes, America is once again celebrating that long ago event when Arnold Schwartenegger returned from the future and tried to kill us all and was soundly defeated. No wait... I'm being told it's a celebration steeped in more mystery than that. It observes the successful first winter harvest of our Pilgrim forefathers, foremothers, and foreoffspring way back in 1921. No, sorry... 1621.
The traditional story goes that boatloads of puritan British settlers braved the stormy Atlantic hoping for a new life free from religious persecution. They made landfall in what is now New England, whe
Elf vs. Orc 5Sings-to-Trees's primary thought through the whole violent encounter was Not the throat again!Elf vs. Orc 59 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
His neck hurt. He felt like a troll had used his esophagus as a dance floor. This could not be healthy. If he lived through this, he swore he would be nice to his throat for the rest of the year. Hot teas. Scarfs during winter. Anything.
For awhile, he didn't think he was going to live to see sunrise, let alone winter.
Then she'd apologized. The orc had stood there, with a distinctly sheepish expression on her face, and she'd apologized.
None of his patients ever apologized. Most of them couldn't talk, and it didn't seem to occur to the ones who could.
Half of him wanted to reply automatically—No, it's okay, these things happen, don't worry about it—and the other half was jumping up and down screaming You just tried to kill me, you green-faced lunatic! You can't just apologize for trying to kill people!
Perhaps fortunately, his throat was aching too badly
Elf vs. Orc 9Sings-to-Trees' head shot up. He knew Fleabane's barks like the back of his hand. Short, rapid barks, not grating, hysterical ones--somewhere between a greeting and a warning. Fleabane knew the person approaching, but he didn't really like them.Elf vs. Orc 99 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
That meant it was either one of the humans from down the road (excepting Matilda, who brought cheeses and always had a tidbit for a hungry coyote) or the rangers.
"Shit!" Sings-to-Trees leapt to his feet and began kicking Celadon's armor under the bed, followed by the extra blankets.
Celadon got unsteadily to her feet. "What is it?"
"Company. Might be rangers."
She could have asked questions, like "Are you going to turn me in?" or "Why are you panicking, if they're your people?" but Celadon was not inclined to waste time on stupid questions. She looked around hurriedly for a hiding place.
Sings-to-Trees caught her elbow. "Do you trust me?"
"Does it matter?"
"I suppose not."
Getting her into the hiding place was awkward, but Celadon took it in s
Elf vs. Orc 7This was easier said than done.Elf vs. Orc 79 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She gave him some very practical suggestions about how to tie the ropes. A bit of slack between the feet, enough to shuffle, not enough to run. A rope around the neck as a kind of leash in case she attacked him. He could tell she'd done this sort of thing before.
Sings-to-Trees, at that point, would have been happy just untying her completely and pointing her in the direction of the outhouse, but he had a horrible feeling he'd disappoint her if he didn't at least try to hold up his end. So he steeled himself to stay awake a bit longer and got the ropes set up, and hauled her out of the bed.
Then she wound up needing to use him as a crutch anyway, since her knees kept buckling, so it was a bit of a moot point.
"Can you hold this?" he asked, handing her the leash rope after a few brutal hops toward the door.
"What if I try to escape?"
He sighed. "Just yank it if you feel yourself getting any ideas."
She started laughing, then they took another step and the
Elf vs. Orc 6He got a nasty start a few hours later, when he came in to check on her.Elf vs. Orc 69 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He'd tied her hands, her feet, thrown a loop or two around her waist, and roped everything to the bed, the chair, and the fire iron, just for good measure, He'd done everything short of hog-tying. She wasn't going to get loose in a hurry.
He wasn't sure why he was bothering, really, since he had a horrible feeling that if she said "Will you untie me?" he might do it, and if she said "please," he'd definitely do it.
Still, she didn't seem to be a threat conscious, so maybe that was okay.
Then, because his feelings were still churning and there was nothing for emotional turmoil like hard work, he'd gone off, fed the chickens and the gargoyle, picked peas, turned the compost heap, washed his hands and made soup. By the end, he was really quite exhausted, and ready for at least a nap in his chair.
Then he came back in to discover that her fever had vanished and she was shivering violently with cold.
The Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiarly Tragic Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov Twins2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have done most of my post-doctorate work alongside Dean Eroslide as he ran Harry Loaine School for Boys. It was a tiny little establishment, set up in a series of pathways and cottages that made up the dormitories and the 'holistic' and 'traditional', designed to accommodate Dean Eroslide's philosophy of natural living: 'clean and untouched life energy regulates all chakras and promotes a positive educational environment'. Needless to say, Harry Loaine School for Boys was a parent's last resort, when everything from Cognitive Behavioral Therapy to Interventions and to Involuntary Hospitalization was never enough. The Dean had no degree of any sort other than a few licenses for Chakra healing and Reiki, so the entirety of the upkeep of the facility remained on the shoulders of these desperate parents--and of course the government kickbacks the School received for keeping me as a full time Child Psychologist
Elf vs. Orc 2Celadon Toadstool was delirious.Elf vs. Orc 29 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The funny bit—uproariously funny, it seemed to her—was that she knew she was delirious. The world was billowing around her. It looked as if someone had meticulously painted the inside of a cottage on silk, and then hung it in a gentle breeze. The corners floated inward and collapsed back out again with a sigh.
That someone would go to all that trouble, painting a cottage on silk, was hilarious.
She knew she was wounded. She couldn't quite remember how she'd been wounded. Imagine not remembering a thing like that!
This also struck her as hilarious.
Her name, in Orcish, was Urrsharruk-gah, and she had skin the delicate gray-green of the gills of cave mushrooms, and eyes the color of stolen gold. Her hair was thick and dark and she wore it tucked under her helmet to keep enemies from being able to grab it, which was problematic, because she'd lost her helmet somewhere along the way, and she wasn't in the best of shape anyway.
Even in her immense good humor
THE Zombie Survival Guide*This part is for newbies. Skip down to the dashes if you already know this stuff.*THE Zombie Survival Guide4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okay, so first of all, a zombie is a reanimated corpse that lurches around looking for human flesh. Different breeds may be reasoned with, or even "cured" back to the original personality. However, the most typical zombies:
-Are incoherent. They will not be reasoned with or threatened.
-They don't sleep.
-They seem to like brains, but most will settle for a nice hunk of your flesh.
-The come in different speeds, from crawling to shambling to running. Most are shambling along at a slow slow walk.
-They do not drown or asphyxiate.
-Some will burn easily while others will not burn at all.
-Most zombies will "die" from severe damage to the head.
-It is said they are attracted by sound, but this varies.
-VERY IMPORTANT: The most dangerous thing about zombies is that if they bite you and you die before your brain is destroyed, you will come back to life as ANOTHER ZOMBIE. That's how they spread their numbers
Ember Island Can Change YouEmber Island Can Change You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ember Island Can Change You.
I don't know why but I feel something amazing is going to happen today. The minute I jumped out of bed I had a really good feeling. I'm Leah Fierre, I live on Ember Island and I'm 16. I have black hair and golden eyes. I'm a firebender in training, actually. My brother's name is Chan and Ruon-Jian. They are practically a bunch of spoiled brats. I'm the youngest of them, and the most mature. My dad's an admiral. He's been on leave for two months so my parents went for vacation.
I can't believe I'm being forced to go to the beach with them. They're so popular, it's so annoying, and they think they're so great.
"I hate you guys." I muttered as I followed them along the beach.
"Aww, we love you too, little sis. " Ruon-Jian ruffled my hair as if I were a little girl.
"Oh suck it up, Leah! We got a party tonight so we have to do this." Chan sighed.
"You have to do this!" I folded my arms across my chest.
I was wearing a red swimsuit, since red was my
What I Learned at SRU -97-What I Learned at SRU -97-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A/N: Blablabla, spiritual mumbo-jumbo, something about me not being happy with how most of this turned out but I've got to try setting up the conclusion to this crime-drama-lite dealio going on.
What I Learned at SRU
Chapter 97 - Big Girls
- Monday, May 16th, 2011 -
"But...-" Aang paused for a moment, letting his pen drop onto his notebook's page. He folded his hands together in front of his lips, elbows propped on the table, and stared intently at his red-headed friend. "Dropping out? Are you...sure that's a good idea?"
Jane, eyes glued to her biology textbook, referenced a page and scribbled an answer on a worksheet.
"Just thinkin' maybe I don't belong here anymore..." Jane mumbled out, not looking up from her work. Aang studied her stoic face, putting the together some details he hadn't added up until just now. Jane looked healthy, well-rested, her hair was clean and brushed. She was wearing jeans and a plain white T-shirt. No boots, no belt, no h
Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.
"Why did you kill this person, Carl?!"
"I do not kill people. That is..." he couldn't help glancing back towards the kitchen. "That is my LEAST favorite thing to do."
I sighed. "Carl, tell me exactly what you were doing before I got home."
He frowned and shifted
An Evening With Sings-to-TreesAn Evening With Sings-to-Trees9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Sings-to-Trees had hair the color of sunlight and ashes, delicately pointed ears, and eyes the translucent green of new leaves. His shirt was off, revealing the sort of tanned muscle acquired from years of healthy outdoor living, and you could have sharpened a sword on his cheekbones.
He was saved from being a young maiden's fantasy—unless she was a very peculiar young maiden—by the fact that he was buried up to the shoulder in the unpleasant end of a heavily pregnant unicorn. Bits of unicorn dung, which was not noticeably more ethereal than horse dung, were sliding down his arm, and every time the mare had a contraction, he lost feeling in his hand.
It had been nearly two hours, the ground was hard and cold and his knees felt like live coals wrapped in ice. She'd kicked him twice, and if Sings-to-Trees hadn't known that it was impossible, he'd have begun to suspect that the unicorn had arranged a breech birth out of spite.
No, he was being unfair. It couldn't be any more fun for her t
AdvanceshippingAdvanceshipping4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I ran through the woods. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as a fire siren rung in my ears. I couldn't believe it. I'd been having the time of my life at my birthday party and I went over to our neighbor's house to ask for some sugar. I turned around to head back and saw flames licking the sky as they ate my house. My neighbor tried to comfort me as I cried.
My best friend, Ash, had told me that I was not alone. Yeah right. I'd already lost my twin brother when a drunk driver drove into him, so Ash had promised that he'd protect me forever. I'd thought he meant on Earth, beside me.
I didn't look where I was going and collided with a huge brown furry object. "I'm sor-" I started, but the figure growled at me. I looked up quietly. Sharp teeth and eyes as dark as the night. Just my luck to run into an Ursaring in a scary forest! I turned around and sprinted away. A roar shook the woods as the Ursaring ga
A Kandi KissI looked away in slight embarrassment as Jules went through her normal routine of saying hello to every single person she passed. She was only greeted by stares, snickers, and eye rolls but she didnt seem to notice, or if she did, she didnt seem to care. She just kept walking, leading me by hand to her next class. Her free hand spun a lollipop inside of her mouth.A Kandi Kiss7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I would like to tell you this was the only bizarre thing about us. Acknowledgements of one another were no longer very common. I can count how many hellos I get in a day on one hand and most of those are from Jules. But no, Jules saying hi to everyone was not even the tip of the iceberg.
Part of it was our being the only openly girl-girl couple at school. Our hands were clasped tightly, our fingers interlaced and tangled together. She swung our hands back and forth cheerily, I liked to think proudly. But, like I said, that was only a small part.
It was Jules that was getting most of the stares. N
The Past, The FutureDo you remember when you were little and your best friend told you she didn't want to be friends anymore? It hurts like something was nesting on your heart and had clawed its way into your soul. There is an childish elegance to the sadness that you assumed only existed for grown ups when they talk about grown up things. In the glorious contant of humanity, the existence of her will corrode and become a faded memory that you will only remember when you hurt again.The Past, The Future4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then you will lose your dog, your best friend, your confidant. It will happen suddenly and you will be left with nothing but the hole in your heart of a lost companion who you assumed would be around forever. You will learn at that moment that nothing true or pure lasts forever. A part of your innocence will die as you cradle your companion for the last time. If only you had goldfish and parents who lied to you about him instead.
You will think the worst is over, playgrounds will become a little less magical, danger will b
Notice of Intent to StalkForm ITS1993(d)Notice of Intent to Stalk6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Notice of Intent to Stalk
Print or type name of Stalker: _____________________________
(known henceforth as STALKER)
Print or type name of person to be Stalked: __________________________
(known henceforth as STALKEE)
Please be notified that effective this date the above named STALKER has filed an official Intent To Stalk Declaration targeting the above named STALKEE in accordance with Obsessive/Compulsive Personal Pursuit Code of Conduct Act of 1993 (OCPPCCA93).
I, STALKER, hereby declare Open Season upon you, STALKEE, and pursuant to OCPPCCA93 section 1, paragraph 5 intend to engage in the following activities (check all that apply):
[ ] Watch from afar
[ ] Watch from the bushes
[ ] Watch from the window/skylight
[ ] Hide in your closet
[ ] Fold myself under your computer desk
[ ] Gaze devotedly at your sleeping form
[ ] Collect hair samples while you sleep
[ ] Bake cookies in your kitchen while you're away
[ ] Chocolat
What I Learned at SRU -90- (Part 2)What I Learned at SRU -90- (Part 2)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Monday, May 2nd, 2011 -
Korra sighed to herself, taking a moment's reprieve in the empty public restroom. She washed her hands, staring at her own reflection as she did so. This was her first day of real work, in a sense. She was to spend the afternoon monitoring the campus center building, within orbit of her superiors, after she'd endured a morning of being shown how to properly ticket cars that were parked at incorrect or unauthorized locations. So here she was, taking a brief bathroom break. She studied her appearance in the mirror. The black button-down and tie were...unsettling to her. And to have her shirt tucked in felt like an abomination. She'd worn her hair back in a single ponytail today, and that wasn't looking right to her either. Being told about all of these rules and restrictions and things she had to do or had better not to was also intimidating.
She simply didn't feel in her element here.
She heard some kind of clamoring to down the long, narrow h
Every Dog Has Its DayThere once was a dog who wandered the streets. He was a kindly dog who did not have a home.Every Dog Has Its Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes, he would see families at the park playing with their dogs. How he wished he were one of those dogs. After a time, he decided that he would try to befriend one of the children that played in the park. He was overcome with excitement and haphazardly ran toward a child while yelling "Hello!" over and over again. He had almost reached the child when, suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his side. A man had kicked him causing him to yelp in pain. He never went back to the park again.
Despite that incident, it did not deter him from trying to find someone who wanted him. The dog promised himself that if he should ever find someone to love him, he would return that love a hundredfold.
One rainy morning, as he was searching for food, he happened to come across a pet store. Inside, he saw dozens of
Ways to Drive Loki up the wallWays to drive Loki up the wall:Ways to Drive Loki up the wall3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. Ask him to kneel
2. Tell him that Thor is better than him
3. Ask him whether he had done things with Thor, and videotape his reactions.
4. Put him alone in a room with Hulk.
5. Put him in a room with Thor in an crazy mood.
6. Show him ThunderFrost, Frostiron and any other yaoi pairings photos & videos.
7. Replace his scepter with a cardboard one.
8. Steal his hair gel and hide it.
9. Tell him that he will never take over the world.
11. Squeal at every word he says.
12. Glomp on him for the entire day.
13. Follow him around for 24 hours. Including in his sleep.
14. Take pictures of him bathing (NAKED) and post everywhere. (Tumblr, Flickr, Facebook, Twitter, Fanpop, Google, etc.)
15. Tell him that he is a slut.
16. Ask him whether he is a gay, and if he says no, run all over Asgard telling everyone he is gay. If he says yes ._____________.
17. Ask him whether he likes Lady Gaga.
18. Steal his clothes when he is half-awake.
19. Call him a cockroach.
I Am A TherianthropeSomeone asked me the other day what my definition of therianthropy is.I Am A Therianthrope7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Whenever I hear this question, I am sure that I am about to be ridiculed and rejected. But then again, I usually think Im about to be ridiculed and rejected, so I suppose thats not relevant.
Firstly, theres really no way to explain the way I feel when Ive shifted. I am not thinking in English, my mind doesnt form words like culture says it should. I dont think about what I am, or whats happened earlier, or whats happening later. I think about whatsthatsmell or iseesomethingmoving. And nothing else really matters because thisisnow and iamhere.
Mind you, of course I know that I am never fully animal or fully human. Its my sliding bar of life. Now Im 30% animal, 70% human. Yesterday I was 80% animal, 20% human. Roughly, you know.
Im struggling to put my definition into words right now, because it seems so complex and yet so simple
Thor - ShowertiemzThor stood, covered in grime and muck and possibly blood, outside a door, arms folded across his chest and a look of utter impatience on his face. Tapping his fingers on his arms, he shouted, "Loki, get OUT of the BATHROOM."Thor - Showertiemz4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
From inside the door (probably locked), a quieter voice insisted, "I'll be done when I'm done, brother."
He growled in an accusatory manner, "You're perfecting your hair again, aren't you?"
"I am not. I am brushing my teeth." The God of Mischief was most definitely fixing his hair. Hey, it takes a LOT of work, both magical and mundane, to get hair to stay THAT slick all day long.
". . . No one takes TWO HOURS to brush their TEETH, Loki."
"One can't be careful enough with oral hygiene," came the gently chiding reply, much too chipper in tone for the Thunder God's tastes. "Just wait a century for one of us to be toothless. Then we'll see who was in the right."
Thor was nearing the very end of his wits' end. "I've been keeping the same dental mana
The Redwall ListThe Redwall List6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You know you are a Redwall fanatic when...
1. You say "Bo urr", "Hurr", or "wot, wot" at the beginning or end of everything.
2. You start calling your boss/teacher "sah."
3. You call the travel agency and book a tropical vacation to Sampetra.
4. If ever you see an otter, you look for Juska tattoos.
5. Every time your pet mouse is out, you are convinced he is looking intently at the kitchen knives.
6. In the same day, you buy a pet hare, and a padlock for your fridge.
7. When cats start pinning things with their claws, you KNOW they're plotting something. You just KNOW!!
8. An eagle flies overhead; you run inside screaming, "ARGULOR!!!!!"
9. Whenever you visit an abbey, you look for mice on the tapestries.
10. You get low marks and raised eyebrows in biology and psychology for saying that when badgers sleep, they dream of extinct volcanic mountains.
11. You get lectured in church for referring to the dark forest/hell gates in Sunday school.
12. You are wary of the rats in the pet shop.